Forgotten by You (But I Want You Back!)

A brisk moonlight lingers

The delicate strokes of an old painting

Folded a moldy picture mint perfect

Attracts dust

Beneath the cracks

In the rearview mirror

He whimpers

A whisper

A chance encounter

Poses a memory

He quivers

The withering silence of her voice is violence

Her body entices

With Irish

He wants

To taste

her cream

Too much information

Changing of faces

Stretched too thin

To keep her inline

To make her mine

Too Stupid to see

Strangers make the most of the dark

Sparked by the passion flashing within

From the start

Standing still with time

Asking whether she’s mine

Under the weather

In early September

(Wattpad, Amazon Kindle.)

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